Chapter 2: The Unknown Yellow Book

The only good thing about being reborn was probably the fact that his limbs were now flexible and he could live, a realization that comforted Fan Xian; people who had not had the kind of disease he had probably found it hard to feel this kind of joy – he consoled himself with the thought that this was perhaps a gift from heaven.

It took him four whole years to think clearly about this question, since he had the chance to live again, why didn’t he live a good life? Since God had given him a new life, wouldn’t he be too disrespectful to God if he didn’t live it well? For example, since he could move now, why didn’t he move more?

That’s why the entire underlings of the Earl’s Mansion knew that this concubine’s young master was a character who couldn’t stay idle.

“Young master, please, come down.”

At this time, Fan Xian was sitting at the highest head of the wigwam in the courtyard, looking at the distant sea horizon and smiling.

But in the eyes of the maid, for a four year old child to actually climb that high, with that mature-to-bursting smile, it was obvious that the little guy was suffering from a loss of heart.

Gradually, more and more people gathered under the wigwam, seven or eight subordinates surrounded the wigwam anxiously.

Although Count Sinan was appreciated by His Majesty the Emperor, but after all, his title was not high, his official position was not big, and he did not have too much income in the open, and even if he had more income, he could not use all of it on his own mother and illegitimate children, so there were not too many subordinates in the Count’s residence.

Fan Xian looked at the anxious faces of those under the wigwam and couldn’t help but sigh, honestly climbing down, “It’s just exercise, what’s the hurry?”

The subordinates had long been accustomed to this young master of their house having the quirk of learning the tone of an adult’s voice, so they saw no reason to be surprised, and as soon as they hugged him, they went to take a bath.

When Fan Xian came out after being washed, his mouth red and teeth white, his body fragrant and his skin tender, the maid picked him up again, smilingly touched his cheeks, and teased, “Young master was born like a young lady from another family, so I don’t know which young lady will be able to enjoy her blessings in the future.”

Fan Xian foolishly didn’t answer, he wasn’t so far gone as to molest his teenage maiden sister with the mouth of a four year old child, he didn’t care to do such a classless thing – wait until you’re six years old before you start this great and challenging endeavor.

“It’s time for your nap, little ancestor.”

The maids patted the little one’s buttocks; they had always wondered that, despite his young age and the fact that his temperament was already beginning to show the beginnings of mischief in the Earl’s Alibi House, this little young master had always maintained a kind of adult self-discipline and hard work in certain areas.

For example, naps.

Anyone who has had a normal childhood always remembers how they fought tooth and nail against the demons that forced them to sleep in the bright midday sun.

Some of those demons were called dads, some were called moms, and some were called teachers.

But Young Master Fan Xian was a man who never needed anyone to force him to take a nap, and every time twelve o’clock noon rolled around, he would pile on his most adorable innocent smile and obediently go back to his bedroom and start to sleep, without making even the slightest sound in the middle of it.

The old madam didn’t believe it at first, and called out to the maids to keep an eye on the little guy, thinking that he was using the name of sleep to fool around in bed, but after keeping an eye on him for the better part of a year, she realized that the boy was really sleeping through every time, and that it was hard to even wake him up by shouting.

Since then, the maids no longer pay attention to this matter, when he sleeps, usually outside the guard.

It was summer at this time, the maids were naturally tired, leaning over, the small Luo fan in their hands gently shaking one by one, with occasional flying fireflies gently dancing in the fan.

Back to the bedroom, Fan Xian climbed onto the bed, lifted the mat spread on it, and carefully took out a book from the hidden compartment underneath himself.

The cover of the book was slightly yellow, and it looked a bit old, but there was not a single word on it, but there were some decorations embroidered above the corners that did not know what they represented, and the end of each stroke was hooked and rolled up, like streaming clouds in general, and also like the corner of a wide sleeve that had the charm of the ancient times.

He gently opened the book, turned to the seventh page, that above the painting of a naked man, in the body of some red lines seem to be hidden, I do not know what paint is used to paint, but also let the viewer produce a visual illusion, it seems that these lines are following some kind of direction of slow flow.

Fan Shen sighed, his appearance was only four years old, so he had always dared not show his nature too much, it was good that there was still such a book that could allow him to pass the time when he was bored to death.

This book was left to him when he was very young, by the blind boy called Five Bamboo.

Fan Shen always remembered that blind teenager, the servant of his own mother in this world.

Back then, when he was trapped in the body of a tiny baby, he had spent time in that teenager’s arms. All the way from Kyoto to this harbor by the sea, perhaps the other man thought he was too young to remember anything at all. But Fan Shen’s soul was not an ignorant baby, and as he traveled along the way, he could tell that the blind boy’s concern for himself as a baby came from his heart, and could not be faked at all.

But I don’t know why, the blind boy sent himself to Sinan Earl’s Mansion, then left the mansion, let the old lady how to retain, also did not stay.

Before he left, he placed the book next to the baby’s body.

Fan Shen had always been a bit puzzled by this matter, could it be that this servant was not afraid of practicing blindly on his own? On second thought, he knew the reason, he was a small child, it was impossible for him to recognize those words in the book, so naturally he wasn’t afraid of practicing.

But Fan Shen happens to know the words in this world, coincidentally, after experiencing this rebirth of the big change, he even ghosts and fairies this kind of thing are convinced, even more convinced that in front of this book is very much like Hong Kong wireless TV series props in the book, is some kind of true qi practice method.

It is a pity that there is no name, or else he can go to the street to find those children to inquire about, this true qi cultivation method, in the end, powerful or not.

Thinking of this, Fan Shen and laughed and giggled, since this thief God let himself to live again, he should cherish ah, this internal energy is not in their own world of good things, even if in front of this nameless heart is not very good, but can not help themselves from the age of one year old to start practicing.

You should know that this is than to start practicing in your mother’s womb, but not a few realms lower.

You have to know that all the people in the whole world, including the several great masters that the people worshiped as gods, even if they were geniuses, it was impossible for them to start practicing their internal true qi from the time they were just born, just like Fan Shen.

What is this called? It was called the early bird gets the worm, it was called the stupid bird flies first.

What’s more, he wouldn’t be any dumber than those teenagers who were first glimpsing the martial arts, right?

Fan Shen thought in this way, the flow of true qi that already had a clear sense of qi began to slowly follow the lines depicted in those books and flowed through his body, the feeling was very comfortable, as if some kind of warm water current was scrubbing every inch of the internal organs in his body.

Gradually, he entered a meditative state and comfortably fell asleep on the bed.